My grandmother’s lamp
Shines bright in our front window
Shade of green and red
My brother Jim’s lamp
Stands between two wingback chairs
Pink and green stained glass
My brother John’s books
Fill a Mission oak stacked case
Bound in red and gold
A china cabinet
From my best friend Patricia
Filled with memories
A photo of Dad
Sits atop the oak buffet
In a silver frame
A full living room
Housing treasures from loved ones
Smiling from on high
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I am a native Texan who has lived for the past 30 years in Southern California. I am a published author of both short memoir and fiction, a two-time Pushcart nominee, a nationally award-winning writing coach, an editor, as well as a Licensed Professional Counselor in the state of Texas. In addition, I am the mother of three grown daughters of whom I am extremely proud, a grandmother of four darling children and the wife of a man I still love after 44 years.
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20 Minutes a Day 
Lovely how your poem so lovingly describes the presence of family and friends even when they are not physically there.
Thank you, Tess. I appreciate that comment. Yes, my family and friends are around in spirit for sure.